Binary Creed

[Voice 1, spoken, soft, female] A world apart, where he's the unseen king. [Verse] Fy sits, his fingers worn, Scrolling through errors from dusk till dawn. In the glow of his monitor’s light, Battles code, his eternal fight. With greasy hair and weary eyes, Dreams of a game where his spirit flies. An MMORPG, his grand design, In virtual worlds, his stars align. [Chorus] In the code of solitude, where dreams are made, Amid the caffeine and the midnight raids. He’s the master of a realm that no one sees, Building castles in the air, from his worn-out keys. [Verse] Fuelled by cheese, and endless nights, His studio’s cluttered with pixel sights. Comments war, his sharp reprieve, In debates online, he can’t deceive. [Verse] “Morality’s a game,” he types with a sneer, Finding solace in the echo chamber’s cheer. Yet in his heart, the doubt still looms, Is there more to life than this room's glooms? [Bridge] Three cats watch with silent gaze, His only mates through the digital haze. Touches Rose, feels the purr, A fleeting comfort, a soft fur blur. [Verse, Rap] He throws a line in the cyber sea, Hoping to catch some empathy. But the screen glows back with a harsh critique, In the comments section, the outlook's bleak. Who made God, and what’s the deal? He fights in forums with fervent zeal. A creator’s doubt in every creed, In every line of code, a seed. [Chorus] In the code of solitude, where dreams are made, Amid the caffeine and the midnight raids. He’s the master of a realm that no one sees, Building castles in the air, from his worn-out keys. [Outro] As the smartphone buzzes, breaks the trance, A message? A like? A second chance? In the quiet of the night, a lonely plea, A coder’s life, a quest to be free.